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Was the Indian couple there for their first appointment with the RE? Is the comfortably dressed couple there for their IVF retrieval or transfer? Is that poor husband looking very uncomfortable in his surroundings getting ready to deposit his sample? Is the lady with a toddler there having secondary infertility?
Where is everyone in their journeys? Just starting out and feeling really hopeful? Or are they feeling hopeless after many failures or miscarriages?
It's hard not to put myself back in their positions and think about all the hopes that I had at the waiting room. How many dozens of times I waited there for the staff to call my name, waiting to be probed by the ultrasound wand, to have a nurse stick a needle in me, or to make my next appointment.
I am no longer in their position, but yet also in a way, in a very similar position. Though I will not be carrying a baby of Babe's and my genetics, we are still hopeful that we will be parents through embryo adoption.
My ultrasound was done by a nurse and an ultrasound tech, both which I did not recognize. It had been more than 2 years since I was at the clinic last time so that's not surprising. They were both very professional but lack the warmth of some of the other nurses I've worked with there. Maybe because I have never worked with either of them before. Or that I am technically not their patient anymore, but just one using some of their services.
My ultrasound session went fine. They saw 3 small follicles on my right ovary and 4 small ones on my left. I didn't really ask what my lining measurement was but the nurse said it was thin and looking good. Earlier I heard the tech say "A4", so I am assuming my lining was measuring at 4mm but I'm not sure. I asked if I would be getting a period since I had been spotting for a few weeks now. She said she didn't know and we would just have to wait and see.
I had my blood work done by "Helga", a tech I didn't care for when I did my last IVF 2 years ago. To be honest, I didn't think she would still be there because she was rough and her bedside manners iffy. But it went just fine.
Anyway, Katie the nurse from NEDC called this afternoon and told me everything looks good. She gave me the green light to start my Es.trace on Monday.
Yay! We are on our way!